[Dream of the Red Chamber] My Inner Thoughts Make the Royal Family a Laughingstock

Situ Yuxiao transmigrates into a derivative world of Dream of the Red Chamber. She plans to lie flat, read novels, and take it easy. But she never expects her inner thoughts to be revealed by accident. Worse still, her novel app keeps recommending erotic stories about the people around her.

So whenever she can’t resist opening one, someone ends up being publicly humiliated.

Fourth Prince: Me? I’m a prince, for heaven’s sake. Who started the rumor that I’d fall for a married man with a child, force him to be mine, and then die for love?

Crown Prince: I admit it was stupid of me to rebel and let people manipulate me. But I absolutely did not launch a coup because the person I loved married someone else.

Emperor: I don’t understand. How could romance ever compare to my vast empire? Why do people keep thinking I’d choose a beauty over my realm? I may have been incompetent in my old age, but I wasn’t stupid.

Lin Ruhai: All right, I know everyone thinks I’m handsome because they love those close to me. But that doesn’t mean they should pair me up with members of the imperial family. I’ll say it a hundred times if I have to: the emperor and I, every emperor, have never had any feelings beyond those of ruler and subject. I don’t want to be forced into a relationship, and I don’t want anyone to die for love. Isn’t it better to just live well?

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The Junior Sister Saves the World by Spilling Secrets

In her previous life, Zhong Lingling bent over backward for money. Every day, she racked her brains to write scandalous, sensational stories to her wealthy clients’ specifications. One day, while staying up late researching details to make a story more realistic, she accidentally died from exhaustion. Thinking she’d died because she’d caused too much harm with her words, she vowed to be careful with them in her next life.

Instead, she reincarnated in the cultivation world without even drinking Meng Po’s soup. She worked hard at cultivation and lived to eighteen, always remembering her past-life lesson and acting like a well-behaved junior sister who didn’t talk much. But right after her birthday, the Heavenly Dao set its sights on her and made her return to her old line of work: spilling secrets in the cultivation world.

Zhong Lingling remembers the way she died in her previous life and refuses to do it, even if it kills her. But then she learns that the world she’s in is stitched together from multiple books. Only by helping the characters from those books break free of their fated plotlines can the world become real. Otherwise, once the story ends, the world will be destroyed.

So, for the sake of survival and world peace, she resolutely picks up her pen and starts spilling secrets on the Qian Kun Mirror, a cultivation-world version of a smartphone.

In short, Zhong Lingling wipes away the tears at the corners of her mouth, shed at the thought of the world being destroyed. It’s definitely not because the Heavenly Dao is paying her so well that she can’t control herself.

Ye Hongshen is reborn again and discovers that the world is still repeating itself. Bored, he plans to watch his second disciple get her spiritual root stolen by a scumbag for the hundredth time. But then he sees her ditch her lovesick attitude and kick the scumbag, while a little junior disciple secretly watches the show beside her.

???

Ye Hongshen tilts his head. What’s going on? Has this world changed somehow?

When he logs on to the Qian Kun Mirror, he sees headlines in bright red: “Shocking! The True Love of Venerable Xuanming Is Actually ‘Her’”; “Breaking! The Demon Clan Marches on Shuiyue Sect to Get Justice for Their Young Master”; “Amazing! The Master and Disciple of Wuchen Sect Turn Against Each Other Because Neither Spoke Up”...

So whose brilliant idea was this?

Watching the cultivation world descend into chaos, Zhong Lingling smiles with satisfaction and keeps her role in it a secret.

[Western Han Dynasty] I’m Huo Qubing’s Guardian Spirit

What happens after people die?

Chi Feiwan always thought that after death, people either vanished from the world or drank Meng Po’s soup, forgot their past, and reincarnated. Who knew there was a third option?

The System says wearily: “We can’t help it. The human birth rate is falling, and the underworld is overrun with ghosts. We have to find a way to deal with it.”

Chi Feiwan: “So your solution is to make us work for the underworld? Even the exploitative bosses aren’t this ruthless. Who wants to be a wage slave after dying?”

The System says guiltily: “Well... your bodies are dead, but your souls are still perfectly fine. You can still work. Young people shouldn’t complain about work. You should learn to enjoy it, create value through labor, and find happiness in the process!”

Chi Feiwan: “How about I give you my happiness, then? I was born not to smile.”

The System chuckles slyly: “You’re already in the Western Han Dynasty. You still think you can refuse? Dream on. Get to work!”

Chi Feiwan: “You exploitative boss! I’m dead... No, even if I come back to life, I won’t let you get away with this!”

The System, wearing sunglasses and smoking, grins: “You can make threats after you finish the mission.”

The night is cool. Huo Qubing quietly wipes down his sword as usual. Though covered in glory, he is somehow filled with loneliness. Chi Feiwan walks behind him like she always has, planning to scare him, but the moment she raises her hand, he pulls her into his arms.

Feeling the unfamiliar yet familiar warmth behind her, Chi Feiwan is inexplicably flustered. She’s about to apologize for her recklessness when the young general tightens his arms around her. His voice is firm, as if he’s making a vow.

“I love you. Would you watch the snow on the Qilian Mountains and the moon over the desert with me?”

Chi Feiwan freezes, then tries to pry his arms from around her waist. “Can I say no?”

Huo Qubing chuckles. His laughter is full of youthful spirit and the incomparable confidence that is so uniquely his, but there’s also a hint of anxiety, very well hidden.

“No.”

“Then... I will.”

Pairing with Huo Qubing. Alternate history, happy ending, with original elements.

P.S. The male lead doesn’t believe in ghosts. The female lead only manages to “scare” him because he’s so vigilant.

Theme: A fresh perspective on Dream of the Red Chamber